(Happy birthday to me…)
Cerebus is the barkeep, but nobody comes. He gets tired of wearing the shirt and tie and pants and shoes and strips of most of them, wearing only the shirt, collar unbuttoned. Thatcher comes in and starts rattling off demerits for lack of following dress code.
He mentally assaults her, puts her in a chair and then sends a message to Cirin – leave Cerebus be, unless she wants to pick up where they left off in the throne room.
Some fop is offended at the lack of quality of Cerebus’ ale.
An ugly woman comes and tells Cerebus she wants to have sex with him; he turns her away and spends the night arguing with himself: a) whether this makes him a faggot and b) should he sleep with an ugly woman just b/c it’s been a couple of years since he got laid.
Again, I’m really surprised I’ve not heard people rant how Sim is a homophobe with the vehement attitude Cerebus (and others) have shown in regards to “faggots”.
See you Monday. Hoping this gets better.
Also - tonight, I have 42 auctions ending on eBay. I’m selling comic books to catch up on my bills. There is a misc Cerebus lot, priced cheap. Please consider bidding on my lots? Thanks - http://bit.ly/terrysebay is the custom short link.